Ideas for stories

The jet engine high above roared with such velocity that the Earth shook below them.

The shorter of the two pressed his hands tighter over his ears, his eyes widely gazing at the sky in horror.

The taller of the two pressed his index finger to his own lips, for some unspoken reason begging silence of the guy next to him.

The jet roared away leaving a silence behind that was just as loud as the noise. Their hearts were still pounding but not from the turmoil above.

“I think we’re okay.” The taller one said, his chin inches from the softened dirt below them. What did height matter when they were pressed into the ground the way they were right now?

“No.” The shorter one unplugged his ears momentarily. “There’s something else coming, I can feel it shaking my heart.”

The taller guy knew he could trust his friend’s instincts; he’d been born with some kind of electrical malfunction in the wiring of his heart that gave him a weird extra sense. “How long do we have?” He began to ask but before he finished speaking he thought he heard a rough chopping sound in the distance, the kind of sound created when a large blade sliced through the calmness they lie in right now. Although his chest was pressed into the mud, he could feel his heart sinking.

They’d been on the run for hours now and their adrenaline was starting to wear thin. The thought that they might not make it entered his mind momentarily, it was becoming impossible to push it back out again.

“A couple of minutes.” The shorter guy plunged both hands into the mud as rain began to fall hard around them again. He began to push himself up from the dirt when the taller guy suddenly pushed his shoulder hard, causing him to lay out flat on his back.

With mud below them and rain above a helicopter in the distance began chopping its way within earshot, clearly coming for them.

“Jinxx.” The taller guy said, looking into his eyes.

Jinxx swallowed a lump of uncertainty and met Chris’ intense stare. “Yeah?” He forced the word from his throat.

Chris ran a hand gently along Jinxx’s jaw at first, testing his desire to move away. When Jinxx failed to respond he brought his mouth down hard on Jinxx, forcing an abrupt engulfing kiss fueled by hours of running and hiding without food, without shelter, a carnal part of him throbbed in time with his heart and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Jinxx’s tongue explored the sanctum where Chris’ innermost thoughts spilled into a microphone for millions to adore, their tongues pulsating as they clashed.

But Chris wasn’t about to let Jinxx take control. With Jinxx still pinned to the ground, Chris kicked one of his legs out and forced a space between Jinxx’s, he lay overtop him and grinned with a Cheshire like intensity. Passion turned into an almost angry force as he brought his hips down to the space between Jinxx’s thighs, with a moment of second thought between their most tender parts he paused again.

Jinxx looped his tongue through one of Chris’ lip rings and tugged hard, causing him to let out a deep whining moan as he reached into the back of Chris’ pants and dug his nails into his ass cheek.

Chris ground his hips against Jinxx’s inner thighs, rubbing their jeans together innocently although their mouths suggested otherwise…A harsh, undeniable wind began to mash their bodies together from above as the chopper closed in.

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